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Whose Death?

By the snap crack clackings of my thumbs
Something wicked this way comes
In robes of finest silk did it dine
and found our flesh most divine

A creature who wore the cloth
In life did it spit upon the cross
To eat the flesh, and consume the blood
And many have drowned in it coming flood

Long, lean and sheik
It's gaze can make many a man meek
Teeth of bright white
Polished to hide the deeds of its night

Upon my house did it knock
Pray sanctuary with the blessed souls
Standing beneath our clock
Did it ask the toil for it's stroll

Clad in its finest Black cloth
Book in hand and cross over chest
Did it read the Lord's Prayer over our broth
Little did we know it was our last Prayer under our family Crest

It dined that night upon the flesh
It suped our blood while it was fresh
I watched my loved ones dies one by one
Wondering when it's deed would be done

Awashed in chilling foresight
That this will be the first night of many to come
It approaches me and picks me up as you would a doll
Then rests me on the table near it's bowl

Smiling down to me as if it was in delight
It shows it blood stained fang enhancing my fright
It pets my head tiding my hair
Speaking to me as if it offered me life, does it truly dare?

Good evening, young Hostest. 
One so full of life, should never be fearful of one such as myself
The table you set I must protest does not suit my palate so I took matters into hand
And as such I must offer more to you for going out of my way 
would you join me and my merry band?

Let me be a guide for your weakened heart
And show you the warm sweetness of your own blood
I shiver and shake, lost in the dark
Do I tread the mud filled waters of this demon who took all from this fool

Now in all the ends of days do I ask
Did I die that night,
Or is it you that died?

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To the Masks We Wear and See

To the Masks we Wear all Mortals beware
We all hide what we are from all sight
Why do we stay in fright?
Aren't we proud of what we are
Or do we fear who we are from afar
Do we wear our Masks, not only to hide
by to save our own hide

Who themselves have stared within?
And seen the beast that dwells with pride and delight
If we don't admit to its existence, 
does that not remove its power?
Or by hiding do we empower our own beasts with that of fear
Out of all, who can claim to see their inner beasts?
I've seen, 
I've confronted the beast,
And all that is left now, is My Mask
The Mask that is me, not the beast, not what people want me to be
Me, little old me, the truest of all beasts and demon
The Mask of blighted light that I can without doubt claim, is me

So, do I wear a mask, or do you put the mask on me?
Next time you stare at someone, remember,
Their not the only ones who put the mask over your eyes

First poem ever on here, so hope it goes well  LOL

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The Redemption of Sin

Darkland of Redemption
Forsaken in the least
No Friend
No Foul
No Mortal to be bound

Light or Night
Which is right?

A sinner seeks redemption
Before the Baptism of fire
Withen Hell's loving embrace

The Lord's loving Light
Burns the very of Night
Those who ask forgiveness receive
Those who seek Sin beleive

In the end who wins?
Free will created Sin
God abords Sin
Free will created this Hell
From which we gained From God's Eden

Eve, the Mother of Sin did so out of Love
Adem's condemnation is from Trust
And yet are we not meant to Love and Trust God
The Salvation is our condemnation
Who should win>

I'll leave it to you
Mortals Bound and Found

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Dreams......Maybe? :)

Insanity of the sane mind
A clarity of that which is bane to light
A broken mirror in the night where ravens take flight
A cloaked shadow over the moon's nighted sight
A shade within a shadow cowered as we plead
Who art thou which comes within our presence to feed
We twist and turn to catch the screams which breeds in surprise
We scatter in plight each with hopes of freedom in sunrise
Each scream rises to zenith then silence.

All that is left is my own, 
My plight and fear of this very night
I feel its eyes as it bears down on me with relished delight
Feeding my fright with it's blighted light
All I feel is it eyes, 
Watching me, its plaything
I have no where left, no light, no friends, no Family
I know it now there is no Light
I wait to see,
To take this killer to stop its glee from my fright
I wait and see
And wait
I hear a sound behind me and feel hands upon me
Then sit up in bed, wet and white with fright
Fingering my neck where it held me I see red water
And curse at my stupid cats......

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Its Been a While

It's been a while since I've shown my face
Please, don't get out the Mace
You look at me with such fright
Well maybe you have the right
For you see, 
In my rush to get here
I left my clothes all at home

Enjoy the show
One and all

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A Stab At the Education Games

I guess of school, I should do
Never liked it, who'd of guess
Math's was fun
Away from the sun
English was hell
Always prayed for the bell
I could do both
For whatever it's worth
I struggled in algerbra, 
Well it invovled letters and not number
And when the English teacher tried to teach I always fell into a slumber
Was never noticed, unless I did something wrong
Like the time I came in only wearing that thong
Or did I dream that in English?
We'll never know

Education was never fun
At least it saved me from the sun
Englsih I failed
I never could preveil at poems
But here I am
And so are
To detention do I send you James Fraser
To keep me company and to stop me from sleeping
For English is next
And there I do rest
Enjoy one and all
For the Bell Doth toll